>>5329366“Slow down!” You snap, effectively shutting him up. “What the hell did you need to call me twelve times for? <span class="mu-i">Twelve times!”</span> You emphasize.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Diamond. SWORDS. What don’t you understand about that?”</span></span>
“I know! I know about the stupid diamond swords! It was my idea, you ass! You weren’t supposed to know about those until they were done.” Even though you knew he was going to find out about them regardless, you kind of did want those to be a surprise for everyone.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“Well, too bad,”</span></span> He taunts. <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“They’re mine now.”</span></span>
<span class="mu-i">“Yours?!”</span> You growl. “I’m gonna kill you when you get back!”
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“No you won’t.”</span></span> Matt sing-songs, and you can hear the cheshire smile in his voice.
<span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“A-ny–ways…”</span></span> He drawls, cutting off your thoughts of extremely petty revenge. <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“You wanna know how many we got or what?”</span></span>
It’s not like you have a choice in the matter.
>ROLL ME 1d5! Result x 2 = swordcount!!! GO!>(2/2) 